OCHRIST, Who dost, our herald, rise Into the mansions of the skies: Call, lift us, whom Thou here dost see Prostrate and downcast, up to Thee. Make us to haste with purest love Unto the joys that are above, Undreamed of by the earthly mind: Faith can alone that treasure find. There, the reward of labours past, God gives His own Himself at last: Their all in all is He, to bless Their souls with perfect happiness. Lord, from high heaven this holy tide Send down Thy Spirit, Who shall guide Us, by His all-prevailing grace, To Thy most glorious dwelling-place. Jesu, for ever glorified Thou sittest by the Father's side; All glory be to Father, Son, And Spirit, while the ages run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE TO THE GARDEN THE WORLD by WALT WHITMAN THE BROOK: SUMMER by LAURA ABELL AT STRATFORD-ON-AVON by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL THE MISTAKE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |